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And I might stop and look upon your face, disappear in your sweet sweet gaze.
I (hope I'll be) am graduating bitches.

After years and years of teeth-clenching, blood and tears (I don't sweat much), blogging, bitching, and suicidal thoughts, it is finally (I hope) over. OVER.

OVER HOES. OVER OVER OVER.